Greg arrived ho late, his eyes narrowing as he spotted Grace’s car parked in the driveway. His heart pounded with unease as he entered the grand mansion, where Edward, the family butler, greeted him and swiftly took his jacket and bag.
"Is Grace here?" Greg asked, his voice tense.
"Yes, sir," Edward replied hesitantly. "I think you should go to the study right away. Ms. Watson... she’s not in a good state."
Greg’s brows furrowed as anxiety gripped him. Without wasting a second, he hurried to his ho office. What could have happened during the eting earlier that left Cammy this devastated?
As he swung the door open, his chest tightened at the sight before him. Cammy was sitting on the sofa, her face buried in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably while Grace gently rubbed her back, trying to console her.
Scattered on the coffee table in front of them were stacks of docunts—papers that seed to hold the very reason for Cammy’s heartbreak.
Greg clenched his fists as he stepped closer. "What happened?" he asked, his voice low and controlled, though fear was creeping up his spine.
Cammy slowly lifted her tear-streaked face to et his eyes, her lips trembling as she tried to speak.
"Greg... I just found out... I’m about to lose everything."
Greg’s eyes darkened with fury as he demanded, "Why? How did this happen?"
Grace stood up, her face filled with frustration as she handed him a thick stack of papers. "Duncan filed for a limited conservatorship. He’s claiming that due to Cammy’s clinical depression, she’s incapable of making sound decisions.
By gaining control over Cammy’s shares in CorEx, he automatically seizes Dylan’s shares as well, since their prenuptial agreent states that the children’s shares are under Cammy’s control."
Greg’s hands trembled as he scanned the docunts, his jaw clenching tighter with every word. "On what grounds?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Duncan submitted solid proof, including a certification from Cammy’s psychiatrist, who diagnosed her clinical depression, stating that she’s ntally unstable after faking her own death and Dylan’s.
He even gathered sworn statents from Monica and the household staff, claiming that her condition worsened after losing the twins. The court easily granted the limited conservatorship, as it only covers her authority over her shares in CorEx due to the company’s current bankruptcy case and nothing else."
Greg felt his blood boil as rage consud him. His heart pounded against his chest as he looked at Cammy, who was now trembling in tears.
"That bastard... he planned this from the beginning," Greg spat, his voice marked with venom.
He crumpled the paper in his hand as his mind raced with thoughts. He knew Duncan was ruthless, but to use Cammy’s pain and ntal health against her was beyond unforgivable.
"I’m not letting him get away with this," Greg growled, his eyes blazing with determination.
Cammy looked at him with pleading eyes, her voice breaking. "Greg... I don’t know what do to anymore. I am losing everything one by one."
Greg’s heart shattered at the sight of her, fragile and broken.
"I swear... I will destroy him for this," Greg vowed, his voice trembling with rage.
"My team has already filed an appeal," Grace announced, her voice steady yet filled with tension. "I ca here to deliver the news in person... and there’s one more thing."
Greg and Cammy felt their hearts drop. The heavy atmosphere in the room thickened as they anxiously waited for Grace to continue. From the grim expression on her face, they braced themselves for another blow.
"Duncan rejected the divorce settlent," Grace revealed. "This will now proceed to a contested trial. But don’t worry, with all the evidence we’ve gathered against him—his infidelity, his abuse of power—I’m confident we will win this case."
Greg tightened his grip on Cammy’s trembling arms. "Did you hear that, Cammy? You’re not going to lose everything. We’ll fight this. We’ll prove to the court that you are more than capable of making decisions for your father’s company. Just hold on a little longer."
Cammy nodded weakly, forcing a faint smile as she looked at Greg’s exhausted yet determined face. The weight of everything was crushing her, but knowing Greg was by her side gave her the strength to keep going.
Grace hesitated for a mont before speaking again. "Greg... I need Cammy and Dylan to return to their apartnt. If Duncan finds out she’s been staying here with you, he could use it against her in court, claiming it’s another sign of her ’unstable’ behavior as a wife."
Greg let out a deep sigh, frustration, and helplessness evident in his eyes. The thought of sending Cammy back to a place where Duncan could easily keep an eye on her made his blood boil. But he knew Grace was right. They couldn’t afford to give Duncan any more leverage.
"Alright," Greg reluctantly agreed. "We’ll move her and Dylan back tomorrow."
Grace gave him a reassuring nod. "Good. I’ll update you both as soon as I hear anything about the contested trial."
As Grace walked out of the office, silence filled the room.
Cammy’s tears began to fall again as fear and anxiety overwheld her. Without saying a word, Greg pulled her into a tight embrace. She clung to him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded.
"We’ll get through this, Cammy. I swear... I won’t let him take anything from you," Greg whispered fiercely.
Cammy buried her face in his chest, her sobs muffled against him.
In that mont, Greg made a silent promise to himself.
If Duncan Veston wanted war...
Then war is what he’s going to get.
"Are you alright?" Greg asked, his eyes filled with concern as he gently tucked a strand of hair behind Cammy’s ear.
"I’m fine," she replied softly. "But let throw that question back to you because, honestly, you don’t look okay. How did your eting with your father go?"
Greg let out a deep sigh and leaned back on the sofa. "I’m not sure... It felt like everything went smoothly, but I can’t shake off the feeling that he’s planning sothing behind my back."
Cammy furrowed her brows. "What exactly did you two talk about?"
"I asked him for a huge amount of money to temporarily fund Cross Tech’s major projects. In return... I agreed to be his heir."
Cammy’s eyes widened in shock. "Wait... you’ve been rejecting it before?"
Greg chuckled bitterly. "Long story. But to put it simply, my father and I have never been on good terms. There was even a ti I wanted to change my last na just to cut ties with him completely. But... it was too expensive, and I had to register my business at the ti, so I let it go. Besides... admit it, the na ’Cross’ does sound badass, right?"
Cammy couldn’t help but chuckle at his attempt to lighten the mood. She playfully patted his chest. "I guess it does. So... does this an you and your father are finally in good terms now?"
"No," Greg replied with a cold smile. "But I’m willing to swallow my pride for the sake of my company and my people. I can’t let my employees lose their jobs. And as much as I hate to admit it, my father was thrilled when I accepted. If there’s one thing I gained from this, it’s the confirmation that he genuinely wants to inherit Cross Holdings, not my half-siblings."
"You have half-siblings?" Cammy asked in surprise.
"Yeah... a brother and two sisters. But we’re not exactly close," Greg said with indifference.
Cammy was about to ask more when Greg suddenly shifted closer to her and said, "Oh, by the way, my father invited us to a formal family dinner this Wednesday. He’s announcing my acceptance as his heir. I want you to co with ."
Cammy froze. "M-? Why?"
Greg’s gaze softened as he brushed his thumb against her cheek. "Because I want to introduce you as the woman I want to marry soday."
Her heart skipped a beat, her breath hitching as she stared at him in disbelief.
’Is this part of our deal? Or... is this real?’ she thought as her pulse raced uncontrollably.
Cammy’s heart pounded wildly in her chest as Greg’s words echoed in her head.
"What... what do you an by that?" she stamred, her eyes searching his for answers.
Greg smiled faintly. "Exactly what I said. I want you by my side, not just for show, but for real."
"Greg, it’s too early for that. Just introduce to them as your girlfriend. We don’t know what will happen in the future."
Before Greg could respond, his phone rang which he imdiately took out from his pocket. He glanced at the screen and his expression darkened instantly.
"Is everything okay?" Cammy asked, sensing the sudden shift in his mood.
Greg stood up and grabbed his coat. "I need to go. Sothing happened."
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